You claim i speak of lies.
Along with the sins bad people do.
You saw no amount of tears i cried,
when you spoke of some one new.

Did you not see what laid bare before you?
Did you not notice the clarity of the status quo?
Clouded by insecurities.Your whole life a facade.
Enhanced and Edited like how you wanted it to be.

You were the eye at every corner.
You were the spy behind every turn.
You quit something You never tried
Please see how your life is a lie.

I’m no longing hanging onto you.
You muscle-bodied timidity.
I’m no longer thinking bout You.
You possessive Buck.

the writer wrote his stories, 
& the student read his notes.
as the scent of coffee fluttered,
they looked up amazed.
when their eyes met, 
they couldnt look away.

The dark brown hair, 
and deep set eyes,
the arched brows.
the writer studied the student, 
and read him like a book. 

the writer had emotions, 
he never had before. 
the writer felt feelings, 
only his characters bore.

He saw through those eyes an innocent boy.
who needed protection from the world’s evil coy.
He wants to embrace and secure.hug and cherish.
love and conquer. He wants to but can’t do… 

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if it hurts you for me to be me, 

i think its best i take my things and leave.

at least i know. 

i’m not causing any pain. 

at least i know. 

i’m not bringing you shame.

as i walked towards the mirror, 
i come every step nearer, 
to see the shirt fall off my shoulders,
leaving me only in boxers.

as i looked into the mirror, 
i could see the funny figures.
shilouettes of handprints and kisses,
on my neck and around my nipples.

now i stared into the mirror. 
seeing the marks outlined by colour.
I knew my body had been tainted. 
like a white canves being painted.

as i took off my knickers,
and walked into the shower.
trying to scrub my history.
the mirror holds my mystery.